Discussing The Correct Posture To Enjoy Dog Food Chapter 130 - Grape Flavored Imperial Gong (9)

Chapter 130 - Grape Flavored Imperial Gong (9)

Translated by Hua Li ^_^
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After having a drink, Gou Liang was so sweet that once they parted, the Emperor immediately started missing him.
Embracing the belief that finishing his tasks early and going to bed early and getting up early would allow him to see Gou Liang sooner, the Emperor handled the day’s piled-up affairs with exceptional efficiency. However, when it came time for bed, he experienced for the first time the feeling of sleeplessness. Without the presence of the restless Gou Liang, who always clung to him with unrestrained hands and feet, the Emperor couldn’t stand it for long. He turned over and sat up.
The attendant, Eunuch Tong, who was dozing on the footrest, was startled awake and respectfully asked, “Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?”
From within the yellow curtains came a low voice, “Prepare my clothes.”
Dressed in attire suitable for stealth, the Emperor leaped across the palace eaves, startling the nocturnal guards. When the Emperor landed lightly in Gou Liang’s courtyard, he ordered as he walked, “Stand down.”
The leader of the Night Owl guards, hidden in the darkness, withdrew outside the courtyard—guarding for the Emperor, who was sneaking in.
As he got closer, the Emperor’s heart grew more urgent, and he quickened his pace. Unexpectedly, just as he entered the room, he heard a pained groan. The Emperor was shocked, burst through the door, and rushed in, ready to pull back the bed curtains—
“Don’t come near!”
Gou Liang shouted, seemingly terrified, and shrank to the corner of the bed, shouting loudly, “Uncle Ming, I’m fine, you can leave.”
Seeing that Gou Liang had mistaken him for his old servant, the Emperor immediately lifted the bed curtain and approached him, saying, “Xiao Keng’er, it’s me.”
Gou Liang’s expression twisted, avoiding the Emperor’s hand and pulling the quilt over himself, hiding and frantically saying, “Don’t come near! Your Majesty, please go out first…”
Seeing this, the Emperor became even more worried. He got on the bed, held Gou Liang tightly, and pulled down the quilt, feeling Gou Liang’s body radiating heat. As the quilt opened slightly, a strange fragrance filled the air. The Emperor sensed something was wrong but was more concerned about the trembling Gou Liang in his arms. He urgently asked, “Xiao Keng’er, what’s wrong?”
“I’m…I’m fine…” Gou Liang gripped the quilt tightly, clamped his legs together, and tried to move aside, but couldn’t escape the Emperor’s embrace. He spoke with fear in his voice, “Your Majesty, please go out first, okay?”
The Emperor held him tighter, touched his face, and in the moonlight saw an abnormal flush on his face. The skin he touched was slightly sweaty.
Seeing his miserable state, the Emperor quickly thought of a possibility, “Is it the residual poison acting up? Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
As he spoke, he slipped his hand under the quilt. Gou Liang cried out, “No—”
It was too late; the Emperor had already felt his bare legs.
The warm, delicate touch made the Emperor’s heart race. He lifted the quilt and placed Gou Liang on his lap, teasingly saying, “So, Xiao Keng’er couldn’t wait anymore.” His voice abruptly stopped, the smile freezing as his face turned livid.
“What is this?”
The Emperor’s gaze fixed on the rod-shaped object Gou Liang had hidden under the quilt.
Gou Liang’s face flushed instantly, lowering his head in shame. The Emperor, however, was furious, grabbing his chin and asking coldly, “Answer me, what were you doing with this?”
Gou Liang trembled, unable to speak.
The Emperor tried to suppress his anger but couldn’t. He grabbed Gou Liang’s waist, lifted him, and placed him across his lap, delivering a hard slap to his backside.
With a loud smack, Gou Liang’s buttocks quivered.
Gou Liang cried out in pain, the Emperor hesitated, feeling a pang of regret that was quickly overwhelmed by the sight of the fake phallus on the bed. Enraged, he spread Gou Liang’s buttocks, shouting, “You prefer this filthy thing over letting me touch you, such stubbornness!”
Then, the Emperor’s hand reached between Gou Liang’s legs, further fueling his anger.
—Gou Liang was already soaking wet there, even his thighs were slick. The tightly clenched flower bud was a muddy mess, and as the Emperor’s finger lightly pressed in, it made a moist sound.
“How dare you!”
In that instant, the Emperor’s sanity snapped. He pressed Gou Liang onto the bed with one hand, while the other tore open his belt, pulling out his member and roughly aligning it with Gou Liang’s entrance, not caring if he was fully hard, he began to push in.
Gou Liang trembled all over, crying and pleading, “It hurts, Your Majesty, it hurts, please spare me…”
The Emperor, maddened by his cries, angrily thrust forward, determined to breach the tight, terrified yet desperately hungry opening.
“It hurts…”
The outside was already soaked, but the entrance still pretended to be reserved, blocking the invader. The tightness made it difficult for the Emperor to go further even after pushing in a bit.
Wanting to be ruthless, but the Emperor’s cherished treasure kept crying out in pain. Frustrated, the Emperor pulled out the item he had barely managed to squeeze in, looking grimly at Gou Liang, who was lying on the bed.
Gou Liang’s upper body was still dressed in a thin, sweat-soaked white inner garment, practically invisible, while his lower body was bare. His round buttocks were reddened from the Emperor’s rough handling, and the plump mounds once again covered the valley between them. His legs were still in the position the Emperor had folded them into…like a juicy peach waiting to be bitten.
The Emperor’s eyes darkened, his desire evident and strong. However, the sight of the offensive jade object on the bed ignited a destructive urge within him, fueled by a frantic possessiveness.
He felt an unfamiliar impulse to destroy everything in sight, even Gou Liang. The thought of ruthlessly ravishing him, making him cry until he dared not touch anything but the Emperor, dead or alive, filled his mind.
But deep down, he was torn by a profound reluctance. Seeing Gou Liang cry made him want to embrace and kiss him, never letting him shed another tear.
Two sides of himself were at war. The Emperor’s expression shifted repeatedly until he finally reined in his temper. He stepped forward, crushed the jade object, pulled up his trousers, and roughly threw a blanket over Gou Liang, fastening his belt to leave.
“Your Majesty…”
Dumbfounded, Gou Liang’s nine parts acting instantly turned into genuine emotion. He threw off the blanket, hurriedly got off the bed, and hugged the Emperor, on the verge of tears. “Don’t go…”
—All he wanted was a forced play. Why was it so difficult?
Conflicted by love and frustration for the Emperor’s gentle yet boundary-losing approach, Gou Liang hugged him tightly. “I was wrong. Please don’t leave. Your Majesty…you can do whatever you want, anything at all…”
Desperately, he moved in front of the Emperor, casting aside all dignity, crying as he reached for the Emperor’s manhood and even guiding his hand to touch his most intimate place.
“I’ll give you whatever you want—everything—”
The Emperor suddenly picked him up and kissed him deeply.
Gou Liang’s unprecedented initiative brought no joy to the Emperor.
Such humbleness stung his heart, almost bringing him to tears, but a voice warned him: If you dare cry, you’ll never be liked again.
The Emperor held back, passionately kissing Gou Liang. He kissed his mouth, kissed his tear-streaked eyes, and kissed his dimples, pressing firmly, making Gou Liang feel pain yet enveloped in tender warmth. Gou Liang responded enthusiastically, wrapping his legs around the Emperor’s waist until the fervent feelings made the back of his secret passage tremble.
Gou Liang suddenly went limp, collapsing against the Emperor’s shoulder.
Inexperienced, the Emperor didn’t realize the anomaly, thinking Gou Liang was shy after coming to his senses.
Sighing, the Emperor kissed his temple, rubbed his cheek against Gou Liang’s hair, and softly said, “Don’t cry. It’s my fault…”
Hearing this, Gou Liang’s eyes burned with sudden warmth, a trembling in his soul making his heart tighten—something he only felt at the peak with a beloved.
How can I love him so much?
Gou Liang thought.
This realization made his nose tingle. Supporting himself on the Emperor’s shoulder, he mimicked his past intimacy, rubbing his nose against the Emperor’s, and from his elevated position, he kissed the Emperor’s lips.
With a hoarse voice, he said, “Tianzong, I love you.”
The Emperor froze.
Throughout his life, he had many titles—previously Crown Prince, His Highness, and now His Majesty, the Emperor—but his name was something even the Empress Dowager had never used.
And no one had ever said they loved him.
Even though he often felt softness and sweetness from Gou Liang, it had never been so clear and intense as at this moment.
And Gou Liang’s stimulation was not over. He hugged the Emperor’s neck tighter, their cheeks pressed together, the warmth of his face transferring to the Emperor.
He whispered in his ear, “Tianzong, I want you…will you give yourself to me?”
The Emperor’s heart pounded, almost afraid to disturb the night with a soft murmur: “Xiao Keng’er”
Holding his face, the Emperor looked at him with tender and cautious eyes. After a long while, as if confirming the reality of the person in his arms, he gently smiled and said, “Of course, whatever you want, if I don’t have it, I’ll get it for you.”
Gou Liang smiled brightly.
Even in the hazy moonlight, the Emperor was so captivated that he kissed Gou Liang’s dimples again and again.
Gou Liang took the initiative to stick out his tongue, entering the Emperor’s domain, clinging to him like a beggar. The Emperor licked him but surprisingly held back, gently kissing his lips and saying, “Don’t rush.”
He pulled the blanket over, wrapping Gou Liang tightly and adjusting his hold to cradle him horizontally.
Adjusting carefully, the Emperor kissed Gou Liang’s forehead, instructing him to close his eyes. Then he sprinted a few steps, leaping onto the roof and swiftly flying back towards the palace.
Ye Xaio, startled by the sound of the wind, was shocked to see the Emperor returning before dawn, and even more so when he saw that he was carrying someone. He realized the urgency of the situation.
The Emperor, almost too eager, pushed his limits, moving so fast that the night guards struggled to keep up.
Returning to Zhengyang Palace with Gou Liang in his arms, the Emperor called out, “Light the lamps!”
The night servants were nearly frightened out of their wits. He Taichi, chasing after the rapidly disappearing Emperor into the inner hall to light the lamps, urgently instructed a young eunuch to fetch the chief eunuch, who had also assumed the Emperor wouldn’t return tonight and had gone to bed.
When Chief Eunuch Tong arrived, his hat was askew.
The Emperor paid no attention to the commotion he caused. He placed Gou Liang back on the bed, tearing off the blanket and gently lifting him out like a precious gem.
Gou Liang, panting softly, clung to the Emperor, saying, “That was so thrilling.”
The Emperor kissed him repeatedly, “If you like it, I’ll carry you with me anytime, anywhere.”
“Great!”
As they spoke, they shared several kisses, their voices mingling with laughter, full of joy.
The Emperor held his buttocks, lifting him slightly and then placing him back on the bed. He quickly removed his night gear, lying on top of Gou Liang, kissing him all over, sighing, “Xiao Keng’er, you’re wonderful.”
Gou Liang giggled, calling him silly, hugging his neck and kissing him as if he could never get enough.
The Emperor caressed the body beneath him, the one driving him mad, rubbing his hardness against Gou Liang’s thighs, whispering, “Is it really okay?”
Gou Liang bit his lip, fiercely replying, “Regret it and not give it?”
“How could I?” The Emperor, oblivious to their reversed roles, tenderly said, “I’m afraid of hurting you.”
Gou Liang, blushing, pushed his tongue into the Emperor’s mouth, murmuring, “If you hurt me, you’re dead!”
The Emperor laughed out loud.
They kissed passionately, the Emperor feeling a thrill even greater than their first secret kiss.
Gou Liang felt the same, his soul power tasting like grapes, layered with the joy of strawberries, the slight tartness of lemons, the sweetness of tangerines, the soft fragrance of papayas, the sweetness of pineapples, and the crispness of snow pears. Though these flavors were fleeting, quickly covered by the intense grape sweetness, his discerning taste told him they were real.
But at this moment, these irresistible flavors became insignificant.
All his senses were captivated by the man on top of him.
His breath, his voice, the warmth of his lips and tongue, the strength of his palms, and the love pouring from his eyes… far more intoxicating than the taste of soul power.
“Your Majesty… Tianzong…”
Gou Liang caressed the Emperor’s strong features, lifting his head to kiss his brow and eyes.
The Emperor turned to kiss Gou Liang’s fingers. Gou Liang touched his lips, then slipped his fingers into the Emperor’s mouth, hooking his tongue before wrapping his arms around his shoulders and sitting up.
He voluntarily removed his thin inner garment, revealing his left chest, which he had always been too shy to show. His saliva-covered fingers touched the flower-like scar there, making him shiver. He pleaded, “Kiss me here, I want—ah!”
With a soft thud.
He Taichi, who was lighting the lamps in the hall, dropped the candle in fright, causing both him and Eunuch Tong to shudder.
But the two on the dragon bed didn’t notice.
The Emperor, breathing heavily, had his self-control shattered by Gou Liang. He tore off the inner garment hanging from Gou Liang’s elbows and threw it off the bed, eagerly sucking the enticing bud on Gou Liang’s chest.
The soft, warm tongue brushed over the flower mark several times, making Gou Liang’s scalp tingle and his whole body tremble violently. His passage clenched intensely, and waves of desire surged through him—
It was maddening!
Gou Liang cried out uncontrollably.
The flower mark was a sensitive area in a Ger’s body. Once stimulated, the pleasure was overwhelming.
Gou Liang clutched the Emperor’s head, eagerly pushing his areola towards his mouth, anxiously and comfortably guiding him, “Not there, a little lower… more… ah! Ah… here… Tianzong, it feels so good… ah!!”
He cried out, his voice hoarse and alluring, making even Eunuch Tong and He Taichi, who were not physically complete, feel a tingling sensation all over. The Emperor, already overwhelmed with desire, felt it even more intensely.
“Xiao Keng’er, Xiao Keng’er.”
“Harder… hmm…”
The Emperor complied, licking and sucking that small sensitive spot with force. As Gou Liang’s moans grew more intense, the veins on the Emperor’s arousal throbbed painfully, making him desperately want to take him right then.
Eunuch Tong and He Taichi quickly finished lighting the last few lamps and practically crawled out of the inner hall.
As he closed the door behind them, Eunuch Tong caught a glimpse of the two intertwined figures on the bed—the Emperor tightly holding the smaller, paler Gou Liang, his own tanned body shielding Gou Liang’s. The Emperor’s head was buried in Gou Liang’s chest, and his contrastingly dark arms held Gou Liang in a kneeling position over his legs, his other hand kneading Gou Liang’s rear. His muscles were taut, as if ready to burst.
Eunuch Tong dared not look further at Gou Liang’s face, which was tilted back, emitting enchanting sounds. He silently apologized, quickly closing the door without worrying about making noise.
Seeing He Taichi’s flushed face, Eunuch Tong slapped his head, “What are you standing there for? Make sure no one makes a sound or leaks any of this.”
He Taichi quickly left.
Meanwhile, Eunuch Tong, who was supposed to stand guard outside the inner hall, gave a bit of silent sympathy to the night guards who couldn’t leave their posts. He fled to the outer hall as if escaping a disaster.
Inside, the two enraptured men were oblivious to everything else.
The Emperor licked the flower mark a few more times, and Gou Liang’s overly sensitive body couldn’t take it. Without any stimulation to his front, he suddenly released a burst of hot fluid.
The Emperor, caught off guard, loosened his grip on Gou Liang, staring at the spot on Gou Liang’s chest he had been licking. The previously kissed area now bore a flower-shaped birthmark, intensely rosy from overstimulation, contrasting sharply with the pale pink areola. Even with his lack of experience, the Emperor recognized it—a Ger’s mark.
Gou Liang collapsed, exhausted, and the Emperor quickly steadied him.
Swallowing hard, he looked up at the momentarily blank-faced Gou Liang, confirming his suspicion by touching Gou Liang’s rear entrance.
The tight passage clenched fiercely, expelling a bit of fluid and moistening the area. The Emperor’s finger broke through the tight muscle, and the intense tightness made Gou Liang wince in pain, yet the Emperor’s finger was trapped inside by the clenching walls.
“Ah!”
Gou Liang’s body stiffened, his still dripping front releasing more fluid, tears welling up in his eyes.
What was left for the Emperor to not understand?
Overwhelmed with both joy and sorrow, seeing Gou Liang panting in the aftermath, the Emperor dared not stimulate his flower mark further.
He gently laid Gou Liang down, kissing his sweat-drenched temples, tenderly soothing him.
As the wave of passion subsided, Gou Liang caught his breath, his vision finally focusing. Looking into the Emperor’s knowing eyes, Gou Liang blinked, a hint of innocence in his passionate gaze, and said with a tearful voice, “It hurts.”
The Emperor’s heart ached. He withdrew his finger and embraced Gou Liang.
At that moment, he understood much of Gou Liang’s struggles.
—The Emperor knew how severe Ger’s surges of desire could be. Every year, someone in the harem would die from the agony of unrelieved desire. Though he couldn’t personally experience it, he could imagine the pain.
Gou Liang, enduring these surges alone for over two years since he was eighteen—twenty-six episodes, nearly a hundred and thirty nights of torment. Thinking of this, the Emperor felt both fear and heartache.
He held Gou Liang tightly, deeply remorseful, “I was wrong just now.”
Gou Liang hugged him back, “Do you dislike me?”
“What?”
“I… I’m a Ger.”
In this world, it was considered a disability, a symbol of ugliness.
The Emperor chuckled, kissing him hard, “Even if you were a man, I’d still like you. No matter what you are, I’m happy.”
Gou Liang smiled sweetly, leaning in for another kiss.
The Emperor pressed his lips to Gou Liang’s, smoothing a stray lock of hair from his face, whispering, “From now on, I’ll always be here for you. No more using… remember?”
Gou Liang couldn’t help but laugh, whispering back, “I never used it… I just missed you too much tonight…”
With just those words, the Emperor’s heart trembled, calling out his pet name and kissing the lips that drove him wild.